With Qiao's few operating figures in front of him in recent years, it is not difficult to convince a group of shareholders.

The hustle and bustle of the world is all for profit, and these old shareholders may have some people who care about their feelings, but this sentiment is really worthless in the face of real interests.

In fact, He Wenfeng has been very cautious in the past few years, and every investment failure is like a reasonable ending, but he can't stand being counted by Qiao Zhiyu so together.

How reasonable is the loss? Not a loss?

What company would want a decision-maker who is forever failing?

Things have come to this point, no matter who takes over, it won't be He Wenfeng.

At least in the eyes of the shareholders, with Qiao Zhiyu taking the lead, He Wenfeng is no longer so important.

Qiao Zhiyu knew the reasons for He Wenfeng's repeated investment failures, and these inside information had been clearly laid out in front of her as early as the day she met Qi Zhanxing.

But now is not the time to debunk, besides......

She has to let He Wenfeng feel the consequences of being smart and shooting herself in the foot, isn't it?

Although he couldn't drive He Wenfeng away immediately, Qiao Zhiyu's trip today was enough to shake his foundation.

The long and trivial meeting lasted until seven o'clock in the evening, when Qiao Zhiyu got up and left the table.

When she passed by He Wenfeng's side, she smiled.

"Mr. He, remember to move out of the Qiao family's old house as soon as possible, otherwise you will not only be swept away by the company. ”

He Wenfeng's face was pale, his cheeks were raised high because of his clenched teeth, and his forehead was bruised and bulging, as hideous as a ghost.

"Bastard! I'm my own father! Do you still have any humanity?"

Qiao Zhiyu waved his hand without replying.

"I never talk to brutes about human nature. ”

Joke!

Even a scumbag like He Wenfeng is worthy of mentioning the word human nature? If he had human nature, how could he have abused his own daughter to death? If he had human nature, how could he marry his mistress when his wife had just died less than 100 days ago?

It's just an ungrateful, selfish, and indifferent animal.

As soon as Qiao Zhiyu drove the car into Qi's house, a baby-faced bodyguard greeted him.

"Miss Qiao, just leave the car to me to park, you can go in quickly. ”

Qiao Zhiyu had a little impression of this person, as if his name was Tang Chi.

She glanced at the brightly lit hall and jumped twice, "What's going on?"

Tang Chi glanced at her with pity and reminded her tactfully, "You came back too late." ”

"......" Qiao Zhiyu glanced down at his watch.

Eight forty-five o'clock.

Thinking of how much Qi Zhanxing was concerned about the time issue last time, Qiao Zhiyu was a little speechless.

She was silent for a moment, threw the car key to Tang Chi, turned around and entered the house.

Qi Zhanxing was leaning on the sofa flipping through the documents, and a male maid was standing next to him with a tablet, reading the financial news in a straight and round manner, which was simply outrageous.

He heard footsteps, and the man with a condensed expression slowly raised his head, and a sneer escaped from the corner of his mouth.

"Do you still know to come back?"

Qiao Zhiyu pretended to be calm and took off his coat and handed it to the maid.

"I didn't even know that Mr. Qi still had access control here?"

Qi Zhanxing heard her ridicule, and his eyebrows moved slightly: "You must be home before six o'clock, and next time, you don't have to go out." ”

It's just unreasonable!

Qiao Zhiyu restrained his temper and said as calmly as possible: "It doesn't seem to be in our agreement. ”

Because of the presence of a male maid, Qiao Zhiyu swallowed the words 'maintenance contract' and changed it to a relatively euphemistic statement.

Qi Zhanxing threw away the document and reached out and knocked on the coffee table.

"What about the contract?"

Qiao Zhiyu paused before he realized what he was referring to, and frowned, "In the bedside table drawer in my room." ”

Qi Zhanxing raised his fingertips: "Go get it." ”

A male maid bowed down and hurried upstairs into Qiao Zhiyu's bedroom.

Two minutes later, the maid respectfully handed the contract to Qi Zhanxing.

The man turned directly to the last page, wrote a few words quickly with a pen, and then threw the paper and pen on the table, and hooked his finger at Qiao Zhiyu.

"Come and see. ”

Qiao Zhiyu stepped forward to take a look, and saw that at the end of the neat printed contract, there were more big characters dancing with dragons and phoenixes.

- You must not go out for more than eight hours at a time, and you must be home before 6 p.m.

Qiao Zhiyu: "......"

And this kind of operation?

Can the drawn up contract be supplemented manually?

She swallowed the old blood that poured up her throat and tried to reason with Qi Zhanxing.

"Mr. Qi, you are restricting my personal freedom, I am an adult, and the setting of this access time is too harsh. ”

After going out for eight hours and coming home at six, is she a 9-to-5 office worker or a punctual elementary school student?

Qi Zhanxing's face was not good: "Are you talking to me about conditions?"

"......" Qiao Zhiyu had a headache, "It doesn't seem like I'm the one who changed the contract without permission, right?"

Is it okay to change the contract so justifiably?

"This clause appeared after I signed it, and of course I have the right to refuse, don't I?"

Qi Zhanxing was silent for two seconds, and handed the contract to the maid who read the financial news for him.

"Take it and reprint it, plus the last one. ”

A few minutes later, the contract that had been revised twice was placed in front of Qiao Zhiyu again.

Qi Zhanxing flicked his fingers and pushed the pen to Qiao Zhiyu's hand.

"Signed. ”

Qiao Zhiyu was really shocked this time.

For a while, I didn't know whether to be helpless, or to sigh for Qi Zhan's strange and childish behavior.

"Mr. Qi, I will not cooperate with this kind of unreasonable behavior. ”

"Do you think you can sit back and relax by stripping He Wenfeng from the center of power?" Qi Zhanxing put his elbow on the arm of the sofa and said calmly, "If you don't recover the funds, Qiao's will just be an empty shell, He Wenfeng can start a new business at any time, and you'll face the bankruptcy of the company while taking over Qiao's, and then have nothing." ”

"......" Qiao Zhiyu was a little puzzled, she knew that Qi Zhan had great powers, and he could be said to cover the sky with one hand in the business circle, but how long had she left the company, and this man had already found out the cause and effect?

How terrible is such an intelligence network?

Qi Zhanxing seemed to remember something interesting, and hooked his thin lips meaninglessly.

"No, you can't be considered nothing, and by then, you will have tens of billions of debts. ”

Qiao Zhiyu: "......"

I have to admit that if He Wenfeng is really allowed to escape, the result waiting for her will indeed be exactly the same as what Qi Zhanxing said.

She closed her eyes and picked up the pen.

"I signed. ”

Qiao Zhiyu, who signed the contract again, was in a very complicated mood, unwilling to be unhappy, and his heart was very blocked.

She put down her pen and glanced at Qi Zhanxing, and suddenly smiled.

"Mr. Qi is in such a hurry to add terms, is he afraid that I will not return?" Qiao Zhiyu stood up and approached Qi Zhanxing, his hands were weakly propped up at his side, and his eyes were extremely seductive, "You can't do without me like this?"

Qi Zhanxing: "......"

The sultry fragrance was close at hand, attracting Qi Zhanxing's attention like an addictive poison.

He stared at Qiao Zhiyu with deep eyes for a long time, suddenly reached out to wrap his arms around her waist and picked her up, and walked towards the master bedroom with hurried and steady steps.

Qiao Zhiyu: "......"

She really just wanted to add some blockage to Qi Zhanxing, but how did things develop like this?

Qiao Zhiyu couldn't break free, and it wasn't until he entered the door that he grabbed the doorknob and stopped Qi Zhanxing's footsteps with his strength.

"Mr. Qi, do you remember that we were in the Cold War?"

Qi Zhanxing flicked his free hand on her wrist, and waited for Qiao Zhiyu to let go of his hand before kicking the door shut, throwing the little woman who was so hard to die on the bed and leaning over.

"Forgot. ”